Address 305, Ibanez Community.
Henry Rogers' house.
Henry couldn't sleep because of a phone call from his wife.
He only managed to doze off around five or six in the morning.
He kept thinking, was this call from his wife at such an hour a trap set by the police?
He reviewed his previous actions and didn't feel any obvious mistakes; logically, the police shouldn't have been able to track him down.
But he still felt somewhat uneasy.
Henry had thought through everything he could; he could only take things one step at a time now, even if he knew there was danger, he didn't want to give up this chance.
Divorce was his final opportunity.
Henry washed his face and drove out.
Soon after, a car quietly followed him; Luke and Jackson were inside.
Luke picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Guys, the target has left in his car, execute plan one."
"Received."
"Received."
…
The others responded in succession.
